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| Melanie, my Masters wife entered into the private chamber where I lived and called me to follow her. I always felt so inadequate around her. She was beautiful, and dressed and smelled so elegant. I was not permitted clothes, makeup, or perfume. Only soap and water. Tonight, she was in a tight black dress, which clung, to her slender figure. The neckline plunged deeply to show the more than ample swelling of her breasts. Her brown hair was pulled back from her face, and the way she wore her makeup accented her green eyes. They looked big, and mesmerizing, a tempest fire simmered within them. I could feel it. When Melanie came after me, it meant only one thing. My Master was ready for my company, and service. I felt the army of butterflies begin to flutter inside. I always felt it in the precious minutes before I served him because the pleasure was so intense, but I never knew what to anticipate... what kind of torment would precede, or even follow his use of me. I fo...
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